Fic Idea in which Tim is a young, untested king surrounded by threats and Jason is the fighty prince/knight who is sent to marry him to secure an alliance and Tim knows that Jason is supposed to be an insult--second son of Gotham, disgraced after his defeat at the hands of the Joker, angry and unpredictable-- but there's a battle tested prince in his castle, who is respected enough to lead his army and defenses and smart enough to listen to his young king and oh he's pretty and devoted and willing to bleed for his new husband.
He just thinks maybe Lord Greyson didnt think things through completely, because Jason? Is a GIFT.
(Sending Jason was Jason's idea. He's been besotted with the pretty young king for years)
(Dick knew EXACTLY what he was doing when he agreed, both because he knows his brother and because he knows the Drake King and always thought he'd make a good ally if only he had someone who believed in him.)
My ao3 stat drop down window says I’ve written for 34 fandoms though.
4. Top 5 fics by kudos?
-Ten Floors (12,330 kudos)
-chrysanthemum and crabapple (5,259 kudos)
-i’m tired (4,382 kudos)
-Bleeding Hearts are Subject to Pain (4,056 kudos)
-A Watcher and a Wanderer. (3,950 kudos)
All mha, not surprised there.
5. Do you respond to comments?
Depends if I have enough energy and if they’re nice to me. I do comment on every fic I read though.
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Of what I have posted? Probably Hell Burned With Us. It’s not happy, no one wins, it just,,, ends. And you have to sit with that.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Uh,,,,,, happy ending?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
All the time. My comments section is typically 40% nice, 60% hate. Don’t write dark shit, they’ll come for you lol
9. Do you write smut?
Sure but I don’t post it. Tbf, I don’t post 98% of what I write though.
10. Do you write crossovers?
Yeah. Most of the fandoms I’ve written for are bc they were crossed into dc or mha
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I’ve had half a dozen fics stolen and posted across FFN, Wattpad, Ao3, etc. about every few months someone will slip into my comments and inform me of it. Which just creates its own headache of tracking down the theft, filing a report, blah blah blah. My most recent theft was actually some bot channel stealing my fic to read in one of those AI generated videos.
Also someone once stole several of my wip snippets I’ve posted here and folded them into their own fic, which I only came across because I found it while reading the fic. I never said anything about it to them or submitted a ticket because how the fuck do you tell ao3 that someone stole a your tumblr post.
12. Have you ever had your fic translated?
Once. Into Russian.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes! Several times. Currently I’m cowriting for @corkinavoid for their dcxdp au Crime Scene- Do Not Cross.
I’ve also worked with @finemeal for a demon twins au.
And @stormcrawler75 and I are trying to cowrite some stuff but life,,, it gets in the way…
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
Don’t make me choose 😔
15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Dawn Second. Its an pjo rewrite where Apollo is cursed to constantly reincarnate, his most recent life being Leo Valdez.
16. What are your writing strengths?
People tell me I have an extremely distinct style. I’m not sure what they mean but I do take it as a compliment. And I feel like I’m halfway decent at dialogue.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I’d rather be shot than write a fight scene. Ironically, my main fandoms now consist mainly of people who need to be in fight scenes. It’s a curse.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?
If you’re writing characters in another language that you don’t know. Don’t use google translate. Just add some sort of marker that shows the characters are talking in a different language (like asterisks), or find someone who knows the language and ask them to translate it into it for you.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
…sanders sides….
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
Don’t make me choose 😔
…
Tagging @corkinavoid @finemeal @goddessofbees (ik u do art mostly but idc u get a tag:)) and @stormcrawler75 no obligation ofc. Qs list under the cut
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
2. What's your total word count?
3. What fandoms do you write for?
4. Top 5 fics by kudos?
5. Do you respond to comments?
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
9. Do you write smut?
10. Do you write crossovers?
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
12. Have you ever had your fic translated?
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
16. What are your writing strengths?
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?
I wouldn't know but I'm gonna count my bio dad Danny and baby Conner story that I haven't finished here, y'all can count the words if ya want too lol
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Only really Danny Phantom and DC so far
4. Top 5 fics by kudos?
Don't have any sry
5. Do you respond to comments?
I would if I had any, I do for anybody that comments on my art too!
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
It's not a fic but probably this one scenario I did with Jason x Danny undead soulmates style
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Still not a fic but another scenario of Thalia x Maddie x Jack as a big happy family
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Unfortunately I don't have any fics to get hate on and fortunately I haven't gotten any on any of the little snippets I've done either
9. Do you write smut?
I wish
10. do you write crossovers?
Kinda all I've written so far is a crossover
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Fortunately not but it's very sad when it happens to others
12. Have you ever had your fic translated?
Nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I don't think it counts as co-written but I have done multiple bangs where I've drawn art based on a fic and had a fic made based on my art! One of my favorites is @skylariumrose fic!
💬 0 🔁 17 ❤️ 97 · From Stars, to Paradise, to You - Chapter 1 - Skylarium_Rose - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own] · Heyo everybody! This ye
14. What's ur all time favorite ship?
I have a lot, you probably have to ask from which fandom to get more specific, like in DC it's JayTim cause that's one of the first ships I've read about before I even got into the DC fandom, for Danny Phantom it would probably be Danny x Tucker cause I'm a sucker for childhood friend tropes
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Probably the bio dad Danny of Baby Conner series I was writing but don't know how to move on with the plot with
16. What are ur writing strengths?
Little snippets of scenes or scenarios really
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Probably dialogue, I'm not very good at writing a back and forth conversation, or even in real life either lol
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?
Definitely don't use Google translate if you don't know the language
19. First fandom you ever wrote for?
Probably Warrior Cats
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
Don't have one unfortunately
Tagging? @hyflix @gummygoatgalaxy @kuronekofe-ao3 ? Idk you obviously don't have to participate lol
Damien Haas, You're My Favorite Pizza Place- 167 kudos
Leo Valdez, you amazing bastard- 133 kudos
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes! Not as promptly as I'd like but I do
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
It's definitely 'You said you loved me, you're a liar'. I was choosing between that or Alley Rose but the latter has more of an open ending with a lot of unanswered questions whereas Liar has a fixed bad ending.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Superman, maybe? Personally, I'd be really happy strolling down a beautiful beach with my hot blond boyfriend.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
No lol and if I did, it wouldn't even matter bc I'd just find it funny
9. Do you write smut?
Tried, can't. Smut writing requires a whole different talent that I just can't master
10. do you write crossovers?
Not really. I'd slip in some characters from other fandoms here and there but nothing to really constitute a crossover
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
No and I'd never wish that on anyone
12. Have you ever had your fic translated?
Nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope
14. What's ur all time favorite ship?
Jaytim and Jasico are the two ships that even though I move on to other ships, they're my babies
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I had this Tenma x Yuki (A3!!!) fic that I really want to finish but...
16. What are ur writing strengths?
Idk honestly. I just write whatever
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I also don't know
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?
Hard
19. First fandom you ever wrote for?
Hetalia
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
Gold Rush. It's so hard to write but holy shit am I having a lot of fun writing it
I found this passage while going through my notes and I don't remember if it's from a fic I read or if I wrote it:
Jason loves Tim. Jason hates him. Feels envy towards the way Tim is good, wants to be good for him, wants to be his, wants to set him on fire for being everything he wouldn't know how to be. Loves him for all that Tim gives to him – loyalty, admiration, understanding. Loathes him for not being able to get these from no one else.
Ehehe thank you granny! :D I will see if I can get to your second emoji set, but I was immediately GRIPPED with an idea for your first suggestion and it ate up my whole day OwO;;; I can't keep coming up with new werewolf AUs you guys, at this rate I'll have enough to fill a small library lmao
(For the emoji prompt game! Feel free to send me an emoji combo :D)
Please enjoy~
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Jason keeps his nose clean.
It’s the only way to do business when you’re a wolf in Gotham, and Jason likes his hole-in-the-wall dive bar, thanks. If you don’t play by the rules, you’re likely to bite it on the wrong end of a silver bolt. This is hunter territory.
Jason is uniquely positioned to understand this, having lived on both sides of that particular line.
Of course, a clean nose and can-do attitude only get you so far. Sometimes trouble finds you no matter what. No matter how long ago you swore off that shit.
It had been a slow night. Wednesdays are like that.
Only the regulars and the occasional drifter tend to show in the middle of the week around here, which is too bad. Kori finally convinced him to put in new lights, including a chandelier for a centerpiece, and that thing didn’t come cheap. He could use more business to make up the cost.
Henry kept trying to tell anyone who would listen that he’d get the house back from his harpy of an ex-wife; like he’s been saying the whole time Jason’s known him. Piotr was ducked behind his usual paper and smoking his usual cig. The headline was the usual fear-mongering shit, ‘MAN OR MONSTER: PARK MURDERS LINKED TO—‘ and Jason had stopped reading before his blood pressure could get any higher. He’s been working on his zen, and that shit tends to rupture it bigtime.
Jason had been getting some inventory done, and keeping an eye on the shifty stranger in the corner who kept stealing glances at Lauren like he didn’t know if he wanted to chat her up or eat her. He’d walked in off the street about ten minutes ago and was already doing himself no favors. Jason would honestly have loved to see him try either one; Lauren teaches MMA at the local community center. But she’s been having a rough week and Jason doesn’t tolerate that shit.
You get that type sometimes. Wolves who don’t know what to do with themselves and their new instincts after they’ve turned. It can seriously make or break a person. A real trial by fire moment.
Jason used to hunt wolves for a reason. It’s an ugly stereotype, but he likes to think he can spot the difference. Creeps are creeps whether they’ve got skin or fur hiding under their sheep’s clothing. Fangs just make them bolder.
Right as he was gearing up to confront the guy, to chat him up with his open-ears brand of bartender charm (Roy always sniggers at him, but even he can’t deny that Jason’s got a sort of rugged je ne sai quoi)— right as he was gearing up to confirm his creepy vibe, Jason’s bar explodes. Go figure.
The big, street-side window shatters. What looks like a fucking bomb bounces through it before an acrid, herbal smoke fills the air, a trail of fire erupting across the floor in its wake.
“Motherfucker,” Jason hisses, snatching the fire extinguisher out from under the bar before leaping the counter, coughing as the shit in the air burns his eyes and nose.
Fur ripples reflexively over his skin and his teeth suddenly get sharper as the wolfsbane smokebomb does its nasty work. He can feel the fabric of his shirt tearing as his body bulges, and his claws skitter over the metal pin before he pulls the plunger on the extinguisher.
“Motherfucker.”
He fucking hates hunters.
Henry’s already bolted for the door with his tail between his legs, and Lauren’s choked scream is the only warning Jason gets before a searing pain stabs through his upper thigh. She really ought to run too; no sense in getting tangled up in hunter business.
He grunts, hitting the floor on one knee and dropping the extinguisher, groping at the silver crossbow bolt that’s sunk into his flesh. Whipping his head around, he gets his first look at the fucker who just got himself on Jason’s shitlist for life.
The hunter is dressed for utility. Long coat, bulky belt, lots of little compartments; lots of places to hide weapons and other goodies for making wolves dead. He steps carefully through the scattered remains of the front window, attention clearly locked on Jason. Black hair, glaring blue eyes; he’s sporting a very dramatic half-mask that covers his nose and mouth, protecting him from the smoke. He looks young and dumb and like he’s about to shoot Jason again. Not a good combination.
“You need to leave,” Jason snarls past the sting of silver in his thigh, already out of patience, but needing to honestly say that he tried when they question him later for manslaughter.
“I’m done messing around, killer,” hisses the punk with too much firepower and an attitude problem, completely talking past him. Rude. “You’ve got nowhere left to run.”
It’s hyped up hunter nonsense, and he already had the gall to set Jason’s floor on fire when he made his grand entrance. This is why Jason is insured.
It’s no use calling the cops. As far as they’re concerned, hunters are doing the city a fucking service. Hell, half the cops are hunters. They’d pin a medal on this guy, glad to have an excuse to finally shut down Jason’s ‘wolf den’ for good.
Jason ducks as the hunter pulls the trigger again, another bolt flying over his head and shattering something no-doubt expensive on the top shelf. Still, Jason relishes his bitten-off curse and lunges to close the distance between them before he can reload.
This clever ploy is nearly ruined by the second crossbow the hunter pulls out of his stupid coat. Jesus Christ.
“You got a permit for those?” Jason asks, tearing the repeater crossbow out of the hunter’s hands before he can get off his shot, then immediately snatches his wrist when he goes for a silver-edged knife. “Hey, watch it. You’ll put someone’s eye out with that thing.”
Jason doesn’t know why that sets him off, but the hunter suddenly twists out of his grip. He takes a swipe at Jason, snarling with enough teeth to put a real wolf to shame.
“Oh, that’s rich. I saw you slink in here!” he barks. “You’re not going to hurt these people—!”
“What the everloving shit are you talking about,” Jason snaps as the hunter presses him back. He ducks between tables, kicking chairs in the hunter’s path and dodging his knife. When he lunges, the hunter barely spins out of the way, giving Jason an opening to kick him hard into a corner booth. “The only one hurting people here is you, asshole!”
The hunter only glares as he picks himself up, resettling his grip on his knife before throwing himself at Jason again.
Smoke is still thick in the air. The vapor from the hunter’s bomb dissipates through the broken window, only to be replenished by the fire still burning through the floor. If it had been one of Jason’s busy nights, a lot of people would have gotten seriously hurt.
“You fucking hunters— you think just because I’m a wolf, that means I hurt people?” Jason says, twisting out the way of a low sweep.
“I think gouging out eyes and leaving people to bleed out means you hurt people,” the hunter snaps back, and fucking what.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Jason informs him, and catches him by the back of his long coat, hurling the madman with an arsenal through the air with a crash.
“You’re one to talk,” is all the hunter says, groaning as he sheds his coat and leaps back to his feet.
They chase each other around the room, taking turns drawing blood, and Jason despairingly tallies up the property damage as they go. Toppled dishcart (those had been clean), snapped wooden latticework between the booths, torn upholstery, and— are you fucking kidding.
He just put in that stupid thing.
Jason had the hunter cornered on a table against the wall. Then he pulled some parkour bullshit, kicking off the back of a booth to jump up and over Jason’s head, avoiding Jason’s grab and swinging off the bars of the new light fixture Kori had insisted on to make a quick escape.
Only it was never meant to carry the weight of a grown man dangling off of it like a kid on the monkey bars. It shuddered ominously before the screws gave way in a shower of drywall dust and popping sparks.
Jason is too pissed to do anything else. Glaring, he points angrily at the sadly flickering mess of wire and dangling bits that used to be his modern-style chandelier.
“You’re gonna pay for that!”
The hunter only bounces on the toes of his boots as he sticks the landing, falling back into a ready stance.
“You—” he starts, but Jason doesn’t give a shit anymore.
“Do you know how much those fucking cost?”
The hunter only stares in confusion. The prick.
“...what?”
Seeing red, Jason finally sinks his claws in him. Roughly grabbing the hunter by the waist, the throat, feeling fabric and skin tear as blood coats his hand— Jason lifts him off his feet and slams him down onto the bar. The hunter bites down on a guttural scream, and Jason just about howls as a line of fire opens up over his chest.
“Shit,” the hunter coughs behind his mask, his knife flashing red as his elbow knocks over an empty pitcher. “That all you got?”
Cocky thing to say, with Jason’s claws digging wet furrows around the base of his throat.
“Don’t try to be cute,” Jason snarls, letting him breathe just to pin his wrist, forcing him to drop the knife with a clatter. “It’s way too late for that.”
“Fuck you,” the hunter spits, failing to hide the shake in his voice. This stubborn piece of shit doesn’t know when he’s beaten. “Did you think it’d work? Thought you’d hide in some random bar until the heat died down—” and Jason snaps.
“I own the bar!” he roars.
The hunter freezes. Jason’s breath steams out of his nose, and he narrows his eyes as the hunter’s wide gaze flickers from Jason’s glare to—
“Oh, fuck me,” the hunter wheezes, and before Jason can react he’s already lurching up in Jason’s face and stabbing another fucking knife, when did he—
—directly over Jason’s shoulder, where it sinks with a meaty thunk and a howling scream into the chest of the mangy wolf sneaking up behind them. The mangy wolf who has Jason’s approximate height, build, and coloring. If it’s dark. And you squint.
…Eye gouging.
Huh.
Then: claws rake savagely down Jason’s back, and that’s enough for him. He doesn’t need more convincing to turn and sink his teeth into the creepy stranger’s throat and tear. The events of the night have already reorganized themselves in Jason’s head, and he doesn’t like the picture it paints at all.
Blood spouts as the likely-murderer’s snarling cuts off with a gargling whine. Jason spits the taste of silvered blood out of his mouth, watching him collapse and fade, claws and fur shrinking away to nothing as his human form dies on the ground in a growing pool of muddy red.
It’s gonna be a bitch cleaning that shit out of the boards. Jason should just bite the bullet and re-floor this place already.
If it doesn’t burn down first.
“Okay, who the fuck was that, and who the fuck are you— oh goddamnit.”
Jason turns to lay into the hunter who fucked up his place of business while chasing after a serial killer or whatever, only to see that he’s passed out. Probably from shock, Jason thinks, wincing as he sees just how deep he’d clawed him. Flat on his back on the bartop, legs slumped, arms akimbo; his head dangles limp over the edge, exposing the delicate line of his bleeding throat as the wet gash in his side darkens his torn shirt. And Jason’s countertop.
Son of a bitch. This is why Jason hates hunters. They wreak so much havoc, but they’re so fucking fragile.
“That’s going to need bleach,” Piotr comments helpfully from where he’s picked up the extinguisher and is putting out the rest of the fire. He ashes his cigarette on the floor, and not in the ashtray Jason set out specifically for him. Asshole.
Jason groans, and starts hunting for his first aid kit. He knows it’s around here somewhere.
I found this passage while going through my notes and I don't remember if it's from a fic I read or if I wrote it:
Jason loves Tim. Jason hates him. Feels envy towards the way Tim is good, wants to be good for him, wants to be his, wants to set him on fire for being everything he wouldn't know how to be. Loves him for all that Tim gives to him – loyalty, admiration, understanding. Loathes him for not being able to get these from no one else.
“Wayne Estate?! Then I’m more lost than I thought.”
“Well, fortunately for you Mr Drake, I decided to escape my family’s nonsense for the day and can be your guide.”
Head canons under the cut!
Tim is part of the genteel trade class, meaning he has a large income but no lands or titles. The whole point of his visit to the countryside was to find a small estate somewhere to purchase. After getting completely lost, he stumbles onto the vast Wayne Estate and practically trips over Jason.
Jason loves his family but often wonders whether his adoption and presence in the family is just for the shock and scandal that tarnished Bruce’s ‘eligible bachelor’ status. Done purely so Bruce could focus on his passions, without families-with-eligible-daughters dropping by to visit everyday
This started as a redraw of an old Jason drawing I did but then it turned into Jason being angsty, then I decided to clown on it by turning it into Jason getting a headache from Tim "Well Actually ☝️🤓" Drake.
Jason has a... thing about Tim. It's not a crush, it's too complicated for that but he know that he just feels for Tim so, so, so much. What that feeling is, Jason can't decipher.
Jason finds himself looking over at Tim a lot. He finds features he used to dislike cute on Tim. He made a fucking playlist dedicated to him and his feelings and it ranges from Hozier's 'From Eden' to CeeLo Green's 'Fuck You'.
Jason acts like a schoolgirl with a crush but he swears it's not a crush. It's not-
